Music and focus shift to Big's Room. Album sleeves cover the walls: Joan Baez, Bark Seeger, Malvina Reynolds, Bob Dylan, Woody Guthrie, Odetta. Extremely excited, he tears through his closet, considering and rejecting outfit.

[BIG, spoken]
Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh...

(sung)
Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, holy cow, what to wear?
And your hair! What a mess
Pick a dress, oh my gosh
Are you mourning a death? Take a breath
What a look, I mistook you for butternut squash
Oh my gosh

Keep it soft, keep it bright, be a lad
Something gink, don't you think?
Just a touch, not too much, he likes you
Just be you, he won't care what you wear
I don't know, should I go with the red or the blue?
What to do

For someone who is nothing short of wonderful?
Nothing short of wonderful

Just a date, just a guy, but it's him, and it's you
And it's true what you've heard
Like a bird how you lift
And your chest feels a pull
Like you're full of a joy
'Cause a boy interrupted your shift

Like something nothing short of wonderful
Oh, it was nothing short of wonderful

Frogor enters. he is loving and concerned.

BIG
He's taking me to a party.

FROGOR
Frogor looks surprised

BIG
What should I wear, Frogor?

FROGOR
Frogor shakes his head suspicious of big being asked on the date the night of

BIG
I'm the one he got—and he doesn't seem to mind.

FROGOR
Frogor looks at big worried hoping he'll reconsider

BIG
Not yet.

FROGOR
Frogor looks at big questioningly

[BIG]
What if, when we're dancing
I'm clumsy, our feet collide?
What if, when we're dancing
He dips me, our lips meet and we glide
Across the room?

And it feels nothing short of wonderful?
Nothing short of wonderful

FROGOR
Frogor nudges him out of the fantasy

BIG
I going, Frogor. Tell him I'll be right down.
Go!

Frogor acquiesces, goes.

Hurry up, he won't wait, he can't wait half the night
Either white or maroon
You're a loon, you're a mess
And you think you might bust
But you've just got to choose
Pick the shoes, and decide on the rest

And you'll be nothing short of wonderful
Nothing short of wonderful

Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, on a date, on a date
But you can't make him wait
No you can't make him late
And your room is in heaps and you can't see the floor
But you finally get what a Cummberbund's for

(spoken)
Oh my gosh...

(sung)
Oh my gosh!
Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my–
Oh my gosh!

big looks at himself in the mirror seeing himself dressed up in his nicest cloths for a date, at that moment he truly thinks he's beautiful